Video narration
At the aunty's doorstep, Aman arrives in his red jacket and helmet, holding a parcel. She opens the door, one hand on the frame, and reaches for the box. "Let me get that," he says. He carries it inside and sets it on the table. It's an ordinary delivery, the kind you barely remember by evening. But as Aman turns back to the street, she notices the sweat on his face. "Wait. Have some water first." She brings him a glass. Aman pauses, then accepts it with both hands. For a moment, neither is just the person delivering or receiving something. They're two people making a hard day a little easier for each other. He leaves with an empty glass and a lighter heart. Sometimes a doorstep delivery brings more than a parcel; it brings a little warmth to both sides of the door.